#preobi

[sheepmonstrosity]

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Did some new preobi art!

[sparkie96]

FIRST LINE OF YOUR LAST 20 STORIES!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line.

Tagged by @rinn-e (thank you thank you)

A/N: I'm gonna list some of my wips along with the last couple just to spice things up.

1. Pantoran Diplomacy (The Clone Wars AU; Omegaverse; Rated M; Obikin / Obi-Wan x Chairman Cho): This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to make peace with the Talz and be on their way.

2. Little Girl Lost (Titans 2018; Dick Grayson-Centric. Rated T for Canon Typical Stuff): Although some nights of patrol were dull while in costume as Nightwing, he could at least get around and exercise or go from rooftop to rooftop doing his old Flying Grayson Routines. 

3. Intel (Batman: Bad Blood AU; Helena Bertinelli/Huntress-Centric; Rated T for Language): The sound of rain pelting the windows outside was all but drowned out by the sound of the old jukebox blaring out guitar ballads of a band no one knew the name of, nor did anyone care really.

4. Give In B-Man (Arkham Knight AU; Harley Quinn/Joker and Batman-centric; Rated T for Canon Typical Violence): Henry held the gun level with Batman's head, forcing the Dark Knight to stare down the barrel.

5. I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus (Resident Evil and Devil May Cry crossover; Chreon and Baby Nero-centric; Rated T for Language): Though there was Christmas back at Fortuna and at the Orphanage, Nero really didn’t get to experience any of that due to how the Nuns and elders had treated him as well as the fact that a lot of the people there didn't even believe in a Santa Claus. 

6. Long Journey Home (Resident Evil; Valeveira; Post Raccoon City and events of Resident Evil 3; Rated M for Canon Typical Content): The fact that she was alive right now was a goddamn miracle...Hell! 

7. Piecing Myself Back Together Again (Devil May Cry; Pre-Devil May Cry 5; Vergil-Centric; Rated M for Canon Typical Violence, Gore, etc.): According to their father way back when, he and his brother had been destined for great things. 

8. Korkie is a Kenobi (Just Not in the Way You Think) (The Clone Wars AU; PreObi; Omegaverse; Going to be Rated M for Canon Typical Violence, Language, and Content): Obi-Wan had been secretly dreading this trip.

9. Atone (Titans 2018; Omegaverse; eventually DickKon; Dick Grayson and Jason Todd-centric; Going to be Rated M for Canon Typical Violence, Language, and Themes): "I was wrong, Grayson...or do you prefer Richard? Dick? Ah, hell it doesn't matter."

10. Little Boy Found (Resident Evil and Devil May Cry Crossover; Chreon-centric and Baby Nero-centric; Omegaverse; Rated M for Canon Typical Violence, Language and Themes): It had been a long ass drive up to the Burton Mountain House, but damn, it had been worth it.

11. DickKon Prompt (Titans 2018; DickKon centric; Omegaverse; Rated M for themes and language): Dick let out a muffled sound, holding the wrist of the hand covering his mouth.

(I don't have 20 atm but I am working on a bunch of wips and they're not exactly in the "written" stages yet, so they're jumbled and all over the place! Sorry it took so long! Thanks for the tag!)

@fonulyn @willshowerthots @gffa @alicethelizard @locus-desperatus @priscilla-a-moreno @hipsterteller @janny-aqua (whoever else would like to do it!)

[mneiai]

Obi-Wan/Pre (are you surprised?), Kamino

Obi-Wan was suddenly, painfully aware of the fact that he’d lost his cloak somewhere and his clothes, soaking wet as they were, were clinging tightly to his skin in a way that really didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Hahaha not surprised, no ;) so you’ve heard this idea from me before, here’s a little rift on it

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The coldness Obi-Wan felt had nothing to do with the weather. He had watched Death Watch stalk through the corridors of the facility he was only just becoming familiar with, watched them execute trainer and scientist alike for not showing enough subservience, the loss of each blinking light of life like a blow to Obi-Wan himself. He'd done this. All the healing and recovery he'd thought he had managed over the years had shriveled and died when a door opened and he was introduced to Jango Fett. The false Mand'alor. The enemy, his deep-suppressed conditioning told him.

He wasn't even sure what he'd said to Fett, just that he'd been panicking inside his head the whole time. When he'd left that apartment, he'd gone back to his ship, sending out a transmission to an old code he had hoped, after, had long been deactivated. When he'd gone back into the facility, Fett had fled to who knew where. He'd glanced in on the clones again, finding some of the trainers, and...finding Kyr'tsad verde there, among them, as if that was perfectly normal. They'd taken one look at him and seemed to know what was happening, how he was struggling. They had bundled him up into some guest room and done everything they could to enforce his break. And then more of Kyr'tsad had come. In number that Obi-Wan hadn't expected at all, considering how quiet news from Mandalore had been. The verde inside had already taken out a good amount of the defenses and had apparently influenced more of the clones than anyone had known (how could Fett, or any of the Haat Mando'ade, been so foolish to leave Kyr'tsadiise with children? didn't they know what they did to children? to young, developing minds?). He'd gone out, after, to the landing platform his ship was on, even if it had been locked down so it could not take off. He needed a semblance of fresh air, as he wondered if he'd be killed or used as a hostage against the Jedi. Eventually, someone came for him--a contained, shielded presence that only had the slightest trace of warning with it. Turning, he watched the verde take off their buy'ce. Found himself staring into Pre Vizsla's face for the first time in almost two decades (he'd left in the middle of the night, a note folded on top of his beskar'gam, knowing it would never be enough). Pre's eyes raked over him in the light from the doorway. Obi-Wan was suddenly, painfully aware of the fact that he’d lost his cloak somewhere and his clothes, soaking wet as they were, were clinging tightly to his skin in a way that really didn’t leave much to the imagination. "Ben'ika," the first word and it was commanding in tone, but also his nickname, and one that surely Pre wouldn't be using if he meant to immediately kill him, "come inside. You're not doing yourself any favors out here, without your armor on." He followed obediently, still vulnerable from everything his own brain and the verde had done to him the last few days. Pre guided him with a hand on his back to another room, into a fresher. "Get warmed up," Pre ordered, but Obi-Wan could only blink, uncertain. "I won't have you sick on the trip home." "...Home?" He stripped, because he didn't particularly want to make Pre angry. The answer he was given was obvious, "Concordia. We're waiting for Fett to show back up, then we'll get out of here." "The clones?" Pre chuckled, leaning against the sink, never taking his eyes off of Obi-Wan. "Did you know, they have a chip in their brains? And orders on that they can't not obey?" Obi-Wan took a deep breath, stepping under the spray of water to hide his expression. What might Kyr'tsad do, with that technology? How much worse could their conditioning get? "I have people updating the orders now. It was very nice of the Republic to leave this hidden army for us to find." "You already had people here." There was the sound of armor moving, being set down, but Obi-Wan refused to look back. "They couldn't get word out, all they could do was collect information and wait. None of the trainers could tell me anything. Only you." Hands, firm and calloused, settled on his hips from behind. "I always knew you were meant to stay. Whatever the Jedi did to keep you away, it could never hold up, could it? Is that why you never came back to Mandalorian space?" Somehow it wasn't surprising to know that Pre wasn't just guessing, that he'd kept track of Obi-Wan's movements. "Don't worry, you'll never have to leave again. And with this pet army, Mandalore will be returned to how it's meant to be. All thanks to you."

[starwarsfic]

II.19

Originally posted October 22, 2020

Summary: The Mand'alor's soulmark is a sign of the legitimacy of their rule, of the Manda's favor.

Details: Pre/Obi-Wan. Soulmate AU.

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Jaster Mereel went nearly his entire time as Mand'alor without a soulmate. It was, many would say, one of the reasons Tor Vizsla could encourage others to break away, to separate the Faithful into three camps--Mereel's True Mandalorians, Vizsla's Death Watch, and those neutral parties who were content to see how the dust settled.

A year after adopting Jango Fett, Mereel's soulmark finally came in--it was a sign, many said, that House Mereel was on the rise--a soulmate and an heir within such a short time.

And then, before anyone had found the Mand'alor's soulmate, when they would still be but a child, Mereel was betrayed and killed.

Fett's mark, the Mand'alor's mark, came in nearly instantly, as the Manda passed the mantle down to him. Somewhere out there was a child who would be Fett's match.

A child who, through their connection, would suffer nearly as much as Fett did, from Galidraan, from his years enslaved.

When Fett finally returned to Mandalore to take his revenge, killing Tor Vizsla, he thought little of the mark he wore, of the teenager who was unlucky enough to be on the other side of it, only of the pain in his soul and how little anything but pain and vengeance meant to him, anymore.

He didn't even notice when the mark began to fade, not until it was gone and he was left with another thing he'd been too weak to keep.

There must always be a Mand'alor, but there was only one group that was still putting forward a person for the position. And so, even without the backing of some majority, the title and all that went with it through the Manda fell on Pre Vizsla.

Along with the Mand'alor's mark, the Mand'alor's soulmate.

Even without that soulmate present, the mark showed Vizsla's claim to the title to any of the Faithful who might have doubted him, and those who followed him--whether under the mantle of Death Watch or from the shadows, grew in number year by year.

Vizsla almost didn't want to find his soulmate, not yet. That they hadn't come forward meant they must be aruetii (he refused to believe the Mand'alor's soulmate could be a dar'Manda New Mandalorian) and Vizsla wanted to show them what Mandalore should be, not what it currently was.

Their attacks on the New Mandalorians and the others exploiting the sector increased, more and more worlds coming under the Faithful's mantle whether by choice or force. Until the dar'Manda Duchess Satine Kryze had no choice but to reach out to the Republic for help, like the puppet she would always be.

Two Jedi came, as they had before, Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, who had once been Kryze's pet Padawan, and that Knight's own Padawan in turn.

When Vizsla and Kenobi clashed blades, black and blue meeting with a jarring dissonance in the middle of Sundari, the shockwave almost knocked them both off their feet. Kenobi did stumble, his hand pressing against his chest--where Vizsla's own mark was aching with near-completion.

There were many reasons to curse Fett, that he'd clung to the title of Mand'alor when Kenobi was last on Mandalore and kept any from knowing the Mand'alor's soulmate was present was just the newest.

Sundari fell, Kryze was imprisoned to keep the New Mandalorians in line, and Vizsla set about teaching his soulmate exactly what they meant to each other.

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A/N: We were joking on Sunflare about preobi and then someone was like "Preobi Fate Comes Early" and I thought I should do a preobi soulmate AU but then didn't really want to use my Mandalorian soulmate AU idea, just something kind of similar.

I may someday make this into a longer piece, but I'm too busy right now.

[sparkie96]

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Preobi: Korkie's Real Parents

Obi-Wan was there on Council Business to deal with the assassin business that originated in Mandalore and put the rumors of Satine being in league with the Death Watch to rest. He didn't count on dealing with the Mandalorian who had been obsessed with him.

And Pre Vizsla might not let him go this time.

In which Korkie is a Kenobi...just not in the way you think.

Rated for Themes, Language and Canon Typical violence.

[sparkie96]

Preview of an Upcoming Clone Wars / PreObi Fic.

Obi-Wan had been secretly dreading this trip. Not because he believed Satine was behind the attacks on Mandalore. Oh no, he knew she was innocent. She was pacifist when he first met her and he knew she was too stubborn to give up those values.

Instead, it was due to the last time he had been here as a padawan. When Jedi business had gotten a bit too...personal. Luckily, Death Watch was long gone and he was here to prove Satine’s innocence as well as get some answers about the Mandalorian that appeared on Coruscant.

At least, that had been the original plan and thought...until a member of Death Watch attacked the town square. He had become reacquainted with a long lost son. The Omega tried not to stare at the boy too long, tearing his eyes away as Korkie stood tall next to Satine, happy as could be to see the Jedi Master and asking a myriad of questions about the Order. Obi-wan had kept his distance and sent his own feelings into the Force, ignoring his longing and yearning that his Omega felt at seeing their pup again.

Now, to top it all off, they had to take the dead body of the bomber to Concordia, where another remnant of Obi-Wan’s past was the Governor and sort of ruler; Pre Vizsla. When Obi-Wan had met him, Pre had been a naive young man who had followed the Death Watch, faithfully, or almost blindly rather, supporting their cause in order to “take back” Mandalore and their traditions from the “False Duchess” and her “cowardice”.

At first, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had been sent there as bodyguards for Duchess Satine at the time during one of the many Mandalorian Civil Wars. Due to the onslaught of attacks and assassination attempts on the Duchess’s life, Qui-Gon had Obi-Wan infiltrate Death Watch, a radical group involved with the enemy, as a spy of sorts.

Fortunately for Obi-Wan, the members accepted “Ben’ika” into the fold with open arms, believing his deception and involving him in their plans, seeing him as one of their own. Unfortunately for Obi-Wan, he had caught Pre’s attention and had found himself the target of the Alpha’s affection.

At the time, he had been oblivious to the man and his attempts at courting him, naively thinking it was just friendly or helpful gestures. Or even the constant volunteering to be Obi-Wan’s partner or sparring partner due to Obi-Wan being a new member of their “Clan”. It wasn’t until one night, after a small victory won against the Duchess’s royal guard, they huddled around a campfire and drank and leisurely spoke of old war stories and the time before the wars.

Obi-Wan hadn’t remembered how many drinks he had had with the other man...but one thing led to another and Obi-Wan had found himself pregnant a couple of days later. Luckily, the Duchess and her people had gotten control of things, and Obi-Wan was able to end his mission and retreated back to the palace.

And that’s when the tears and pain began...but that was a long time ago and Satine had taken the boy in and raised him as her own, telling everyone who had known her or asked that Korkie had been her nephew from a friend who had been like a brother to her. One who had fallen during the war.

But that hadn’t been the reason he was here. He was here because Satine was being accused of a ridiculous charge and Obi-Wan was here to investigate these claims…he couldn’t let his past and feelings cloud his judgment and send him running. He was also here on Council Business due to the assailant in Beskar and Mandalorian Garb.

(Story is still a wip as well as the title. Might also be one-sided...haven't decided yet tbh. But I'm still working on WIPs for various fandoms! I promise!)

[mneiai]

#2 "seeing you with someone else really makes me sick to my stomach” with Obi-Wan and someone else? Could go down some interesting paths...

Thanks!

CW torture, creepiness

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“Seeing you with someone else makes me sick to my stomach.”

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut, resisting the urge to check on Rex, to make sure he was okay. He’d stopped even making noises of pain, but Obi-Wan hoped that meant he had passed out, that he was getting a moment’s respite. He wouldn’t draw attention back to him.

“I don’t belong to you,” he hissed, gasping when a hand gripped his neck and squeezed.

“Look at me.” He snapped his eyes opened, worried what would happen if he didn’t. “You were mine, from that very first day. You could pretend it was a mission, pretend you were a spy, but we both know you were at home with us, with me.”

Pre was looming over him, eyes narrowed, searching as if Obi-Wan’s face would give away some sign of the love he thought would be there. And maybe once, traitorously, he could have loved Pre, when sinking deep into his persona of a Death Watch recruit to protect Satine.

He sucked in a breath, deciding playing along might be the only way to get Rex out alive. “Pre, I thought...you’d moved on. Especially after you found out what I am.”

“Was forced to be,” he dismissed, so easily, as if Obi-Wan didn’t choose everyday to stay a Jedi. “The Manda called to you, you’ll be Cin Vhetin, none of your life before will matter.” His grip softened as he smiled down at Obi-Wan.

“You did all of this to get to me?”

“Of course I did. I’d do even more for you, cyare.”

Obi-Wan forced himself to smile back, drawing on all his training and experience to make it look sincere. “I’m so lucky to have you, cyar’ika. Why don’t you let me out of these cuffs and I’ll show you?”

Chuckling, Pre pulled back, turning his attention back in the direction that Obi-Wan had been praying to the Force he wouldn’t look again. “After we get rid of Fett’s clone, then we can catch up.”

[mneiai]

Obi-Wan has to be a thorn in Vader's side one last time. Parentage AU. Crack.

The summons came for Vader in the middle of the hunt for his son and, if not for the very first sentence clearly stating "Obi-Wan Kenobi" he would have ignored it.

For all Obi-Wan had been lax about his own upkeep, it seems that he'd been obsessed with proper bureaucratic processes until the end.

The office he came to was out of the way, cramped, and on a moon just Outer Rim enough to not have any real Imperial presence--all the better, if that meant Sidious would have less knowledge of what Vader was doing.

There was one person on the other side of a crowded desk who must have been a solicitor, two others on the side that Vader was on. Both were wearing Mandalorian armor, one with his helmet off and tucked under his arm, looking so familiar even if Vader couldn't quite place him, and the other still completely covered and standing still as a statue.

The solicitor stared, glanced back down at the flimsy in front of him, then look back up with wide eyes. "Oh, uh, yes, that...that does make more sense." He gave a nervous laugh. "Mr. Kenobi insisted that all three of you were still alive."

He frowned behind his mask, skin stretching, as he wondered what he had to do with these other two. Looking them over again, feeling them in the Force, he stiffened as he realized who the pale haired man without his helmet on was.

"Kryze." There was the faintest thrill of fear from the man, though none of that showed on his face or movements. "Who are you?" he asked the other man.

"Vizsla," he said, after a moment and where Korkie Kryze was like a calm ocean that showed ripples of emotions, this man was a durasteel wall that gave nothing away.

Interesting, from a non-Force sensitive, but for all Vader knew there was beskar hidden in that helmet that was keeping him out.

He turned his attention back to the solicitor. "What is the meaning of this, then? What did Kenobi want?"

The nervous man shuffled the flimsy, looking between them."Yes, well, um, you see--" he hesitated, his fear filling the room, "I have it from a reliable source that Mr. Kenobi has...passed on." His tone was consoling, now, as if he expected any of them to be mourning.

Vader spared some attention to the Mandalorians on either side of him and realized they were upset. He could perhaps understand it of Kryze, Obi-Wan had nearly been his family, but from a Vizsla?

"Yes, I can confirm that." He would tell of the death in great detail, if they pushed, even though the end result had been less than satisfactory.

"...He...that is to say..." the solicitor glanced between the three of them, then back down at the flimsy, "he had a modest amount of property left that had not been, uh, collected by the Empire due to...sound investment strategies. In the event of his death, such property was to be...split between his...between his three children."

Roaring filled Vader's ears. He would have checked on the audio devices of his suit if he was slightly less than aware of his own emotions.

Shock, this was shock.

Obi-Wan had still considered him his son? Had not written him off immediately? Had he been holding back during their fight not just as a distraction, but...but because he still could not land a killing blow against Vader?

Then the rest of the news crashed over him and he stiffened, head turning to glare first at Kryze.

"...You are Satine's son," he gritted out, realizing suddenly how much more sense that made--he hadn't spared much effort to considering Satine Kryze's relatives, but he'd never actually heard about anyone but Bo-Katan.

Kryze narrowed his eyes at him, his thoughts clearly working through who Vader must be, and then shock echoed from him. He'd not shown any fear at being in the same room as Darth Vader, but now he took a step back, almost stumbling, as he realized who Vader had once been.

He supposed it didn't matter now, what was said or done in this room, he'd have to kill the solicitor and Kryze to keep his secret, and most likely the other one, too.

Vizsla tilted his head to the side in a way Vader knew had a meaning, but had always relied in the past on Obi-Wan to explain to him.

There was something like a smirk in Vizsla's voice was he explained, "My buir was Pre Vizsla. When Kenobi was seducing his way across Manda'yaim to protect Satine Kryze, they had some...trysts."

It was like he wanted to make Vader angry. A more traditionalist Mandalorian than Kryze just might. He might have realized he was going to die either way and decide to go out fighting.

Vader could imagine Obi-Wan, eighteen and innocent, being seduced by the young woman he spent so much time around during a year-long mission. Certainly, he'd thought himself in love with that ridiculous woman even when they'd met during the war. But Pre Vizsla?

And the implication that Obi-Wan had more sex than even that?

Unacceptable. His old Master had been a flirt, but he never went further than that.

"So, I...I just need signatures, from the three of you," the solicitor continued with the charade of any of this mattering, holding up a pad towards Kryze.

Who took it and glanced it over, eyebrows rising before he signed and handed it back. Vader's suit held still, not showing minute movements, but inside he was near-trembling wtih anticipation. What did it say? Was there a message from Obi-Wan? Was there more secrets being revealed?

Before he could reach out and grab the pad, it was in Vizsla's hands. He was silent and mostly still as he scrolled through it. Giving nothing more away, he signed it and handed it back over to the solicitor.

The solicitor only had a few seconds to switch it over to whatever section Vader was supposed to read before it was yanked out of his hands with the Force and floated to rest in front of Vader's face.

He thought it must be old, somehow, but the date on it showed that Obi-Wan had updated the will just a year before, Vader still clearly in his thoughts. The property...his heart ached when he realized it was a small cottage on Naboo that Obi-Wan had forced him to "stay" in to "keep up appearances" whenever he visited Padme on the planet during the war.

It had been set up through five different shell companies, if he recalled correctly, ones he...just never bothered looking into, after everything that happened. Obi-Wan had most likely never been able to return, not to the Emperor's home planet, and Vader wondered if it still looked as it had the last time he'd left--some lightsaber parts cluttered on the kitchen table, a mismatched throw from Obi-Wan's one and only attempt at Naboo-style crochet bundled on the couch.

Something inside ached. A rare pain he wasn't used to.

Would Luke like the cottage? He was from Tatooine, as well, and there was a lake so close, and so much greenery....

The solicitor ruined Vader's melancholy by daring to speak again. "If you would please just...just sign the document...uh...my Lord?"

Staring at the solicitor the whole time through his foreboding red lenses, Vader signed with the Force, then slammed the pad down on the desk.

"Will that be all?"

"Y-yes, sirs. Thank you for your cooperation."

Vader slammed out of the room, fists clenching and unclenching as his emotions whirled around him. His ship was already entering hyperspace when he realized he'd been so caught up in the memories that he'd forgotten to murder everyone in the room.

"Curse you, Obi-Wan," he rasped, sure that had been his old Master's plan for making his section last all along.